“When you climax, the plants bloom,” he repeated.
“They… bloom,” she said slowly, before staring at the plants in the room. “Holy crap. The plants are… bigger, right?”
“Yep.”
They studied the plants in silence before Briggs said, “We’re gonna need to move some of the plants out of the room. I plan on making you come a lot, and if they grow every time you do, we’ll be fucking in a literal jungle by tomorrow.”
Cece gaped at him before bursting into laughter. His bear growled happily at the sound. The beast was finally content for the first time since they’d laid eyes on Cece, and Briggs couldn’t help but laugh with her.
They laughed until their stomachs ached, and when the fit of giggles had finally passed, Cece leaned forward and kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said.
Her eyes were back to brown with a thick ring of green around her irises, and he smoothed her hair back from her face.
He was still hard and aching, and touching her was giving him tastes of her magic, but he forced himself to concentrate on her. She needed more rest and something to eat. His internal clock told him it was at least noon if not later, and while he would happily forgo food for sex, he wouldn’t ask his mate to do so.
“What do you want to eat, my mate?” He went to slide off the bed, stopping when Cece’s hand wrapped around his wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“You need food,” he said.
“No, I need you. I need your dick.” Her cheeks went a little pink, but she gave him a determined look. “I want you to fuck me, Briggs.”
His cock dripped more precum, and he trailed his fingers down her chest and circled one hard nipple. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, in that case,” he wiped his face on the sheet and then stretched out on the bed beside her, “climb on, baby.”
Her face twisted, and he could smell her sudden discomfort. “Um, could we do missionary again?”
He sat up, cupping her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly, light flaring in her hands when he touched her. “I just really like missionary.”
“You don’t like being on top?” he asked.
She chewed on her bottom lip. “No, I do. But uh, my last boyfriend, he didn’t… I’m heavy, and he found it uncomfortable if I was on top. I’m self-conscious about it now, and I don’t want to hurt you so -”
“Baby, I guarantee you that one, you’re not going to hurt me, and two, having your gorgeous curves riding me is one of my biggest fantasies.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I’m heavier than I look.”
“I’m positive,” he said. He leaned closer, kissing her neck and smiling when she lifted her head to give him better access. He nibbled on her soft skin, his fingers sliding down her spine to gently caress the rolls on her back. “I love every inch of you, your soft belly, your beautiful thighs, every single curve.”
He traced the thin pink stripes that marked her skin across her belly. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Cece. Nothing will make me happier than to have you on top of me, riding my dick with your tight pussy, and giving me the perfect view of these perfect tits.”
He cupped one full breast, teasing her nipple until she moaned softly. “Will you do that for me, baby? Will you give me what I want?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“That’s my good mate.” He nuzzled her neck before lying on his back and patting his stomach. “Come here.”
Moving a little awkwardly, she straddled him. He sucked in his breath, both at the brush of her wet pussy against his aching dick and the hit of magic he got from it.
She froze, giving him an anxious look. “Are you okay?”
